When you are trapped among walls
With all these rules instead of outlaws,
You realize that you put others in the way of your destiny.
That's why I sit still for many hours,
Attempting to create masterpieces during working hours,
My mind a stranger at the workplace.
Distracted by the sounds that surround me,
As bright screens blind me,
And tired eyes fight me.
Running away from depression,
I grew my obsession,
Writing poetry between lessons.
A craft that fuels my passion,
How thoughts can turn into action,
My stories build mansions.
A curiosity for the ear,
Collecting stories that are near,
My purpose begins here...
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Poetry by Comparison
PoetryI have written poems for 10 years, this is an opus of my work for the last 10 years, all poems have been adapted from my previous collection. I aim to publish the full story, my personal poems, with snippets of my short stories as an added bonus cha...
